Leaves blown backward in a vanished book, untelling winter

[sovay]

I did not sleep last night. This is due to headache, not inspiration, and is therefore unwelcome.

This is what is welcome: erzebet's newest Synthesis 2, which contains the text of my poem "The Gambler." Go; marvel. Sometimes I only dream my words look like that.

Comments

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

Oh, gorgeous! She does great things with ink and coffee; you do great things with ink.

I am racked with sympathy for your sleepless state.

Nine

[sovay]

She does great things with ink and coffee; you do great things with ink.

The two of you should collaborate. Your work is not devoid of bone-rooted landscapes and leaflit dreams.

I am racked with sympathy for your sleepless state.

Only so long as it does not become contagious! I will not sleep better if your head explodes.